The Queen of Phoenix is ​​demonic

Chapter 195
ugly time.

Dark clouds cover the moon.

On the east side of the Imperial Palace of Xiyao Kingdom, on the platform for sacrificial offerings, the Jiulong Furnace was ignited by the profound fire.

The person in the red robe faced the furnace, sitting cross-legged, clasped his hands together, puffs of white smoke slowly flew up from his fingers, and penetrated into the furnace.

Eight flying black dragons are inlaid in eight directions of the cauldron, and a golden dragon is coiled on the lid of the cauldron, which is trembling slightly at this moment.

Through the mouth of the furnace, one can see that the profound fire is lit in the furnace, the blazing blue flame is full of profound energy, and there is a buzzing sound inside the furnace.

"Great Master, the crown prince is dead." One of them carefully held a yellow scroll.

The red figure didn't move, but the white smoke was collected, and the voice was calm, "Who moved the hand?"

"Sir Nangong Yu..." The man lowered his voice a lot.

"Nangong Yu? What a way to set blame!" The man in red let out a low laugh, "Is there any news from Jinyang City?"

"Yes."

The man in red stood up and looked up at the tall Nine Dragon Cauldron: "The bait of Jinyang City is finally useful. Not only did it lure out the master of the Phoenix Sword, but he even came out. At this moment, he should enter the imperial palace." the city."

"Master Guoshi has a clever plan, indeed."

"What is he doing?"

"Secretly visited some veterans."

The man in red sneered again, "Old minister? He has been dead for 500 years, no matter how old the veteran is, he must have forgotten who the person who needs loyalty is? He is still a fool."

The man had a flattering face: "That's natural. This group of veterans who are loyal to the Yang family on the surface are all enjoying the glory and wealth given by the Great Master. The one who is actually loyal is naturally the Great Master."

"Ha, it doesn't matter who owns the throne, what matters is who owns the power."

"Then who gave the great master the right now?" A lazy voice came, and Nangong Moyu froze and turned around.

Two zhang in front of him stood a man wearing a black robe and a big bamboo hat covering his face.

"Master Nangong still recognizes my voice, that's right."

Nangong Moyu wore a gilded mask that covered half of his face, revealing a pair of soul-stirring dark blue eyes, only quietly staring at the person who suddenly appeared.

Ling Yi... No, it's Yang Chenxuan at this moment, pulling off his cloak, revealing a handsome and cold face.

Nangong Moyu suddenly curled his lips into a smile, "The emperor didn't inform you in advance when he returned to the palace, and this humble minister is far away from welcoming you."

Yang Chenxuan sneered, "Except for the ruler of the palace whose surname is still Yang in the entire Xiyao Kingdom, everyone else is from your Nangong. I can't afford to be a humble minister like you."

Nangong Moyu smiled slightly, "For 500 years, I have been letting the Yang family be the emperor, so I am loyal enough."

Yang Chenxuan walked towards Jiulong Furnace, "That's because you want me to bring her back to Gu Yi Country, right? If you, if you don't have the magic pill to change your life, dare to take the world from my Yang family, you will be punished by heaven, then No one can bear this kind of suffering.”

Nangong Moyu shook his head, "The emperor has practiced for 500 years in the tomb of the ancient Yi country, and he has been seeking immortality. Isn't he also afraid of God's punishment?"

Yang Chenxuan turned his head sharply, staring at him sinisterly, "My world, you don't want to take it away."

"Then it's up to you. If you don't have the recognition of your deity, no one in this imperial city will recognize that you are the founding emperor of Xiyao Kingdom 500 years ago." Nangong Moyu smiled lightly.

"Really?" Yang Chenxuan snorted coldly, "Then try."

All of a sudden, Yang Chenxuan's eyes lit up with red light, his arms opened wide, his black cloak whipped up a gust of sinister wind, his ten fingers suddenly opened up with sharp and long nails, black smoke wrapped around his fingertips, and shone on Nangong Moyu's face catch.

Nangong Moyu's eyes diverged slightly, and she quickly backed away, twisting her fingers into lotus fingers, forming a golden light and swiping away at Yang Chenxuan.

Unexpectedly, Yang Chenxuan was just making a false move, he turned around and suddenly rushed towards Jiulong Furnace.

(End of this chapter)